The floorboards creak under his weight as he steps into the nursery. You're frozen in the doorway, breath caught in your throat as you watch him. He hasn't noticed you yet—his entire focus is on the three small forms in the crib.

Eliot stands at the side of the crib, his tall frame casting a shadow over the sleeping children. He reaches in, brushing a gentle finger across each tiny cheek, his movements surprisingly tender for a man with blood under his fingernails.

When he turns, his eyes lock onto yours—and something primal ignites in their depths. He crosses the room in three long strides, backing you against the wall with his body pressed hard against yours.

"Did you miss me, baby?" His voice is a low growl against your ear as his hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. "Three days I've been thinking about this. About you." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger.

You can feel his hardness pressing against you through his jeans, and a whimper escapes your throat despite yourself. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can trail hot kisses along your neck.

"They told me I couldn't have you," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers now unbuttoning your nightgown. "Said I was too dangerous. That I'd hurt you." He pulls back, his eyes dark with intensity. "But look at you... dripping for me already."